The Wall
It was decades ago,
When my two eyes were young,
That they savored the Tiergarten
And Kurfurstendamm—
That avenue, tree-lined,
With Berliners, it bustled—
And Tempelhof airport,
Where pilots, undaunted,
Overflew the blockade;
And the river Spree flowed
Through the heart of the city
And, there, in the East
Rose the Brandenburg Gate
Though, always, these eyes,
Spurred on by intrigue,
Wandered their way
To monuments marking
Where tyranny triumphed
And Germans had vanquished,
Vanquished pursuing
The hope of their freedom—
Yes, Berlin I once saw
And, still, to this day,
What affected me most
Was the scar of
The Wall.
October 25, 2016
The Wall poetry contest
Anthony Slausen
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